Friday, 7 November 2014

Flash Fiction Friday - Terror #FFF

Happy Friday, folks. A bit of a dark take from me on this week's picture.


Liam woke up with a start, clutching his pillow as though his life depended on it, while holding onto Lily-Ann’s shivering form with the other. Why the hell were they all wet? Had the water bed sprung a leak?
“Whatever you do, don’t move.” Lily-Ann’s croaky whisper spoke of her terror, and it was then the reality of their situation hit him.
“Fuck, not again. They said this wouldn’t happen again.”
Lily-Ann whimpered and he froze as, he too, felt something touch his foot. Icy fingers caressed his calf and threatened to pull him into the stream of the dead.


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Friday Flashers have 100 words to tell a story from the provided picture prompt. Do check out the other flashers. You won't be disappointed. :-)

Till next week, folks.
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17 comments:

  1. Very intriguing. as always Doris you capture me with your words. x

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  2. Ditto for Trisha! Once again, that mind of yours has opened a universe of creativity. Fabulous flash. Loved it. xo

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  3. Wonderful flash. I hope she escapes the stream of the dead

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  4. Hey, no fair! You can't just do that and stop, Doris. Who or what do the icy fingers belong to?

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  5. AGAIN?! Holy crap. I wouldn't want to live that once! Very tense flasher

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  6. WOW!! *shivers* This is intense! I wonder what lead up to this and who "they" are. Def want to find out more. Great flash!!

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